Trudging home in the early hours of
the morning.
My legs hurt.
As did my heart.
I stopped at the foot of my porch.
Every light in the house was on.
The front window was but a curtain of
shattered glass.
My father sat at the foot of the
stairs.
Staring directly at me through the
entrance where the front door stood agape.
I could feel outside drop in
temperature.
While his stare melted two holes right
through me.
I take a breath and step inside.
He took this time to stand.
“Have fun?” His words seethed through
gritted teeth.
I lowered my head.
“I just went for a walk.”
I felt like drowning within his
shadow.
“And sneaking out was your way of
saying goodbye?”
His face split open with each spat
word.
I struggled not to look him in the
eyes with my tear stained face.
“I didn’t want to bother you.”
My reasons were falling into
disrepair, making them as frail and irrelevant as excuses.
“Close the door.” He orders in a
deadly whisper.
I twitch.
“Please don’t…”
He clenches his fists.
“Close. The fucking. Door.”
The tears I was trying to hold back
began to slip through.
“Please…”
His eyes just stare at me.
“Don’t make me tell you again Freak.”
I twinge at his mention of my name.
But does as he says.
And closes the door behind me.
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